They were still drowsing, glowing afterwards.. Karan’s lips still lingered on Mahi’s shoulder, his breath warm against her skin, when the front door creaked open downstairs. The sound cut through the haze of lust like a blade, and both of them froze. Mahi’s eyes flew open, her heart hammering against her ribs as she scrambled out from under him, her fingers fumbling with her discarded clothes.

Karan was already on his feet, his cock still half-hard as he grabbed his jeans and pulled them on. He didn’t bother with the rest of his clothes—just yanked his shirt over his head as he moved toward the stairs. Mahi’s breath hitched as she watched him, her pulse racing not just from the interruption but from the raw, possessive way his muscles flexed beneath his skin. He paused at the top of the stairs, his dark eyes locking onto hers with a silent command: Stay quiet. Stay put.